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“Space for what? Come back inside.”
She looks down at her phone then toward the gate. “I have to go.”
I’m obviously not going to get anywhere with her while she’s in this mood, so I concede. For now.
“At least tell me where you’re going.”
“Chrissy’s.”
“Okay. I’ll take you.”
“I have a ride.”
“Who?”
“Chris,” she answers defiantly.
Fuck. “Fine. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Don’t.”
I watch her walk away, fighting the urge to throw her over my shoulder and take her back inside. She steps through the gates and right into Chris’ arms. Fuck! I storm back inside, needing to break someone’s fucking face. Everyone stares at me when I enter. E’s by the bar, working on Britney’s nose. I push him out of the way, watching her cringe as I get in her face.
“What the fuck did you say to her?”
“I –”
“Fuck it. Doesn’t even matter. You’re done. I see you in my club again, you won’t like it.”
“But Gage –”
“I fucking mean it, bitch. Fuck off.” I turn away and make my way back to my room. “Get her the fuck out of here.”
I slam the door behind me and pace the room in frustration. Fuck my life! What is it with these bitches? A few words. That’s all it took for her to walk out on me. A few words from the mouth of a fucking lying whore. There’s a knock at the door, and I know it’s E before he sticks his head in.
“Not now, E.”
He comes in anyway and sits on the edge of the bed.
“Your girl’s got a mean punch.”
“I know. I taught her.”
“Where’d she go?”
“Chrissy’s.”
He follows me with his eyes as I walk back and forth.
“You gonna go get her?”
“Let her cool off. We’d just end up fighting all night, and that’s the last thing I want.”
“Whatdoyou want?”
I stop pacing and turn to him in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You have her in a precarious situation. She’s not a casual fuck, but you also haven’t made a claim –”
